Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
ANANYA BHASKARA poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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